Chapter 16
JESSE
My head had barely touched the pillow before Eric’s lips were around my cock.
I gasped, and I pushed myself up on my elbow and stared down at him, unable to breathe as he started working the most enthusiastic magic on me.
I’d had every intention of going to town on him, but all I could do now was stare at him and enjoy his ministrations.
He flicked his eyes up to meet mine, then closed them as he took me as deep as he could. When he slowly lifted up, he ran his tongue along the underside of my shaft before swirling it around the head, and I damn near passed the hell out.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, carding my fingers through his wet hair.
“Holy shit, that’s so good.” I had to fight the urge to thrust up into his mouth.
He had my toes curling and my back arching, and he’d barely gotten started.
The way licked, stroked, teased—I fucking loved it all.
I could’ve let him do this the whole day and the whole night; I never wanted him to stop.
Oh, but I wasn’t going to last the whole afternoon. I must’ve been even more keyed up than I thought because it didn’t take him long at all to bring me right to the edge. I teetered there, finding enough functioning synapses to briefly debate if I wanted him to back off or let him take me there.
That debate was settled easily.
“You’re gonna make me come,” I slurred, squirming beneath him and trying not to force myself deeper. “God, Eric, don’t stop. Do you… Do you want me to come in your—”
The moan thrumming against my hypersensitive skin told me he absolutely did, and it nearly made me do it right then and there. I held back a little, though, just trying to savor a few more seconds before there was no stopping my orgasm.
A few seconds was all I managed, too.
He did something with his tongue, and I gasped.
The words “I’m coming” tried to fall off my lips, but all that came out was a choked cry as I released in Eric’s amazing mouth.
He kept pumping me and licking me, moaning his own pleasure as he swallowed every drop.
My wordless shouts must’ve echoed across the lake, and I didn’t care because I was too close to heaven to worry about it.
He eased off, and I gulped in a few deep breaths as I came back to earth.
When I sank onto the mattress, some of the aches and twinges from our trail ride came back with a vengeance.
They weren’t bad, but they did remind me that our options were a little limited today.
The more acrobatic stuff would just have to wait.
Fine by me. I still felt amazing, and there was still plenty we could do. Just being naked in bed with this gorgeous man—this beautiful man who was coming back up with the most deliciously self-satisfied grin on his lips—was more than enough for me.
As soon as he was over me, I pulled him down into a kiss.
The taste of my own cum on someone else’s tongue had never done much for me either way—wasn’t a turnoff or a turn-on—but this time, it reminded me of everything he’d just done.
Of the way he’d gone down on me with a kind of fervor I hadn’t experienced in far too long.
“Your mouth is awesome,” I mumbled.
His lips curved against mine. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
“Mmhmm. I did. And now it’s my turn.” I tightened my arms around him and rolled him onto his back. Our eyes locked for a second, and I caught the hint of apprehension in his. Or was that… nerves? Embarrassment?
Through the haze of arousal, I remembered what he’d said when we’d talked about size disparities the other night. How he’d felt intimidated and inadequate next to me.
I also knew from experience that platitudes and reassurances only went so far. People made so much out of dick size that those insecurities could be hard as hell to shake off.
Actions spoke louder than words, fortunately. I kissed him, then started down his neck. “God, I’ve been wanting you since…” I paused to nibble his collarbone, which made him arch and gasp. “Since the first time.”
“Y-yeah?” He was as breathless as I was.
“Uh-huh. So many things we didn’t get a chance to do.” I skated my lips along the side of his throat. “And things I wanted to do again.”
He made a soft, choked sound. “All the… All the time in the world now.”
“Uh-huh. And I’m going to make use of that time.” I pushed myself up to meet his gaze, and the heat and want in his eyes had mostly replaced the apprehension.
Mostly. But not completely.
I hated that he felt even a little bit self-conscious around me. There was absolutely nothing lacking about his body, and I intended to lick and taste every inch of it until he understood that.
I came down to kiss him, and he wrapped his arms around my neck. As I settled my hips between his thighs, I rubbed against his hard cock, drawing a groan from him.
“So you know,” I mumbled between kisses, “You fucked me so good last time.” I gave his dick a long, appreciative stroke. “When I can move again, I’m riding you until we both pass the hell out.”
His response was a choked whimper, and he thrust up against me, probably searching for friction.
“You want that?” I asked. “You want to fuck me?”
“Yes,” he breathed. “God, Jesse…” He dragged his nails down my back, the burn making my head spin. “I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me. I just—I want to do everything with you.”
“Good,” I whispered. “Me too.”
He bit his lip, then kissed me. We made out for a minute or two, both of us rubbing his dick against my body until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I broke the kiss and growled, “Don’t move.”
He didn’t, but I did, and in a matter of seconds, I finally had his cock where it belonged—between my lips.
I hadn’t sucked dick since the last time I was with Eric, and I relished it. I loved the slide of the head across my tongue. I loved teasing his balls and licking his shaft, and oh, yeah, it had been way too long since I’d deep-throated a hard cock.
The sounds he made were glorious. The moaned curses. The sharp gasps. The throaty groans. He was so damn hot, and I couldn’t get enough of hearing him this turned on.
“Holy fuck,” he whined. “That thing you do with your tongue is—oh God, yeah. More of that. More of—that is so good.”
I gave him more. Lips, tongue, even a very gentle glide of teeth. Anything that made him squirm, moan, gasp—I wanted nothing more than to drive him wild. I loved giving head, and I especially loved it with someone this responsive and vocal.
And the fact that it was him—that it was Eric, the man I’d been so sure I’d never touch like this again—had me ready to lose my mind.
I meant it when I said I wanted to do everything with him.
The thought of this perfect, rock-hard dick fucking me had me almost keening with need; when we could both move again, I wanted every inch buried in me until I was sobbing with pleasure.
That was something to look forward to. This? Blowing him while he unraveled beneath me? Oh, I could absolutely work with this.
“Make me come,” he begged. “Please. Please, I want—I want to come in your mouth.”
I moaned around his cock as I stroked him harder.
He was obviously trying not to thrust, same as I had earlier, but I wanted him to.
I slid my hand under his ass and egged him on.
He took the hint, pushing in tentatively at first before doing it harder.
I hoped the sound I made around his dick came across as “yes, more,” and it must have, because he started thrusting for real.
“This okay? Is this—tell me if it’s too much.”
I encouraged him to give me more, which he did, and he shuddered hard.
He slid a hand into my hair, then experimentally tightened his fingers.
Not enough to sting, but enough to let me know what he wanted to do.
I responded with another moan, and I was rewarded with a painfully tight grip on my hair.
Sometimes I didn’t like when a guy held onto my head and plowed into my mouth, but I knew to my core I could trust Eric.
He wouldn’t push it too far. He wouldn’t ignore a sign of distress.
Plus he was lying down; if he’d been standing, he’d have had more leverage and wouldn’t have had to fight gravity.
Like this, I still had enough control to keep things safe.
“Fuck, I want to come like this,” he said unsteadily. “I want—can you handle…”
I dug my fingers into his ass cheek, hoping that came across as “I can handle all this and more.”
It must have, because he didn’t hold back. I fucking loved it.
“I’m gonna come,” he panted, voice trembling.
“Keep—keep doing that, just like that, I’m…
” He sucked in air and arched his back, and I swear to God I almost came again as his cum shot across my tongue.
His cry was almost as loud as mine had been, and I hoped everyone around the lake did hear it.
I wanted the whole world to hear the bliss and surrender in his voice.
I can’t believe I finally got to take you there.
His fingers loosened in my hair. Then he settled back on the bed, still panting and trembling. I crawled up beside him, grinning as I took in the utter shaking mess I’d turned him into.
“Holy fuck,” he murmured as he pulled me to him. “Your mouth is unreal.”
“Mmm, so is the way you moan while I’m going down on you.”
Eric bit his lip and squirmed against me.
Then he pulled me all the way in and kissed me, and I was the one to moan as he stole my breath.
If I’d been twenty-five instead of thirty-five, I’d probably be hard again already.
I wasn’t in a rush, though. I was in bed with Eric.
I didn’t care if we got each off again as long as we kept kissing and touching like this.
After a while, my arm was getting tired from holding me up, so we shifted onto our sides. As we did, Eric winced.